I think I made up for the slow Winter months in a 5 day going-out binge that ended on Saturday. After 3 days out, I planned on staying in Friday… until I went to happy hour and got the itch to be social. Jamie had some friends in town and invited me to go to a BK bar with them that night. After some debate (because I knew it would be a sloppy, sloppy night and I had work Saturday am), and Nick offering to come over and play dress-up with me for an outfit, I said yes. Nick insisted I wear my new “bomb-ass” (Nick’s term) Lady Gaga-esque heels, which he paired with colorful sheer tights, a thin white blouse that he was confident could double as a dress, and pale yellow blazer-ish thing. I love when he dresses me. The dressing up, hair, and makeup were accompanied with wine throughout, so we didn’t get to BK until nearly 10:30. He had prepped me on who would be in attendance that night, since I didn’t know anyone but N and J, and the crowd consisted of all cute gay boys and one hot straight guy. As soon as Nick and I arrived at J’s, I could sense the straight, hipster guy checking me out. We spoke off and on during the pre-bar festivities, then he walked next to me during the jaunt from J’s to The Woods. Once inside, I took a shot with Nick, grabbed my beer, and we all headed to the back where the dance floor was. This is where it begins to get blurry… I remember dancing beginning, me taking a break as I changed from my heels to my flats (much to the chagrin of the gay boys), some hot, inappropriate dancing, then him saying “let’s go somewhere else” and me stupidly grinning and replying “okay”. Without saying bye to anyone, we gathered our things, exited, and hailed a cab. It was a mixture of talking and making out during the ride over, though I remember staring at the gorgeous NYC skyline while we were crossing the Williamsburg Bridge. I sometimes forget that I live in NYC, and then I see a view like that, with the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, etc, and hope that the feeling of it all being surreal never goes away. Anyways, bridge is crossed, making out ensues, then we’re back in my neighborhood in what felt like 10 seconds. Cab—>Apt—>my bedroom—>shedding of coats—>shedding of another layer of clothes—> hot making out. I really, really, really was trying to keep it at just that, but it didn’t happen. Not with him being such a good kisser, his hands wandering all over, and the overwhelming lust I had at that point. Although drunk sex can sometimes be a disappointment, this was not one of those times. After laying around a few minutes after, I could tell he was starting to drift towards sleep… at that point, I started kissing him again and told him I wasn’t tired yet. He then said I was “insatiable” and that he was “only a man” and needed rest. It made me laugh, then I quickly fell asleep myself. 7 am quickly came, and apparently he had all the rest he needed, because we slept together again. The responsible side of me should have started getting ready for work, but instead I re-set my alarm and we fell back asleep for a while. When I awoke for the second time, I realized I had left all my stuff at Nick’s, thinking I would have slept there… this left me with no make-up remover and no make-up (several other things, but those being the two most problematic). Apparently my hipster boy knew lotion could act as make-up remover as well… hmm, is that common male knowledge? I only second thought it when he friended me on facebook, a mere hour after he left my place, and facestalking revealed he didn’t list what sex he’s interested in. No, I don’t think he’s gay… biologically I think I ruled that out, but who knows… all in all, he’s cute, fun, smart, and based on the fact that we have mutual friends, I’m sure I’ll see him again. I’m certain that it won’t lead to dating, but hopefully another good hook-up. Moving on, I had a blind date with another Craigslist guy on Saturday night. I debated bailing, mainly because I had built-up exhaustion from the previous 4 nights, but who wants to stay in on a Saturday? As a personal compromise, I picked a bar literally 20 seconds from my house. We had been emailing for about a week, and the content was good and interesting. We had exchanged several pictures, but I decided it was safest to meet outside rather than comb through a crowd and try to find him. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, had a dark green book bag over one shoulder, and something hanging around his neck. I disregarded this until we went in and sat down at a table… this is when I realized it was his phone. One of those Motorola phones that doubles as a walkie-talkie too… yeah. I asked him about it, and he goes “oh yeah, well, I always lost phones, so I decided to just keep it around my neck all the time, and now it’s been two years since that’s happened!” my gaze wandered down towards his waist and I noticed his keys were on one of those retractable strings that attaches to a belt loop. Seriously? I mean, I shouldn’t be superficial and hate, but come on. I think I’d risk losing something rather than wearing it as an awful accessory. Those two things aside, the conversation was great. He was really sweet and intelligent, and after one drink, I decided a second one was in order. I voluntarily bought them, and he thanked me twice. That, I liked. During drink two, he looked at me for a second, then shyly said “you’re really pretty” and just smiled at me. I’m always a bit awkward with compliments/comments like that, but I said thank you, then he asked if he could hold my hand. Almost polar opposite of the date from Thursday… dorky and innocent, not cocky and abrasive at times. I called it a night after the second drink, so he walked me to the steps of my building and after a few minutes of talking, we kissed. Unlike Thursday date, this kissing evolved into making out. A minute or two later, we actually said goodnight, and I headed inside. Several minutes later he text me “that was great!”. I responded “agreed”, then passed out immediately, hoping to catch up on sleep. We’re planning to meet tomorrow, though I’m not sure for what. Dinner or drinks maybe. Hmmm we’ll see. Quick update on frat boy from Thursday- we were supposed to meet on Monday night. He text me that morning that he still wanted to get together, but probably couldn’t drink since his weekend was so intense. That was fine with me, though I hadn’t heard from him by 7 pm, after mentally contemplating options that didn’t involve drinking, a movie, or hanging out at one of our apartments. I text him “hey, still tired from the weekend?” His reply “Exhausted. Leaving work now.” …8:00 “Do you want to reschedule, or still get together?” I needed to know at that time, since I was still lounging in sweats and a tee. Him: “Yeah, I’m too tired.” Yeah, I think I should put an end to this now. Regardless of him being kind of distant, and just blah, on the date, it bothered me that I had to seek an answer from him and that he couldn’t get to me first about canceling. Would he have text me at all, or just left me hanging until a time where I knew we weren’t doing anything. This week I’m playing much more low-key. Sunday was a wine, cooking & Nick night, Monday consisted of a bedtime at 10, and tonight Jenn is out on a blind date and I’m obviously blogging. Tomorrow is date two with the science dork, and Thursday miiiight be another blind date. We’ll see. For now, wine, gossip girl, and catching up on some work.